Getting Lost to Stay Young

Home is wherever we run to

Cold draws us close to warm nights stitched in our sleeping bags

Wetsuits hung and drying out

Lonely waves forgotten coastline

Old friends that make like ghosts, white sheet but painted black

They can make sure I'll be coming back home

Cause we're all called to something wild

Where we're better off always getting lost

To stay young

Hold your breath and let this pass

Know, it all won't last forever

But for while it lasts we won't hold nothing back

Yeah, for while it lasts we won't hold nothing back

Yeah, for while it lasts

Oh, we're all called to something wild

Where we're better off always getting lost

And what if all we had was here and now

Would we all find ourselves as though the world was wide open

Love is all we leave